And so were life and death mixt at their heights,
That you could see no feare of death, for life,
Nor love of life, for death: but in their browes50
Pyrrho's opinion in great letters shone:
That life and death in all respects are one.
Henr. Past there no sort of words at their encounter?
Nun. As Hector, twixt the hosts of Greece and Troy,
(When Paris and the Spartane King should end55
The nine yeares warre) held up his brasen launce
For signall that both hosts should cease from armes,